505 days ~ irwin

496 days before

this is part two by the way, I didn't just fuck up, I just needed to split this chapter into two because it was getting too long so I made a new chapter, no need to worry I'm not that stupid. xx. Oh, btw I didn't check this over, this is basically like me posting my draft copy to you guys so do not bag me in the comments below about my spelling okay. 

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Brinley

"Hello there lovely." I hear as soon as I pull up the window, easing my way through the limited space. I stand there, staring at him smirking up at me. Thank god this roof was more flat than slanted, or I would have been splatted on the ground by now. I wasn't afraid of heights, ever, really, but I just get anxiety when I am around Ashton sometimes. 

"Hey." I smile, trying not to think of the boy that I left downstairs.

"Should I even ask why you're late?" He asks me sarcastically, low key rolling his eyes at me.

I was always the one who was late up here, I would make up stupid excuses as to why I was, he never believed me, of course, I wouldn't either honestly. But at the beginning of Luke and I's relationship, we would always be having a makeout session in my room, which Ashton was forced to watch as he waited for me to stop and realize the time, that always made him angry, but I thought it was funny, because I knew he was never truly mad at me, until a couple months after. 

I hold my skirt down as I sit on the rough surface, right across from him. I forced a tiny smile back at him. "If I did you wouldn't be very impressed." Which wasn't a lie. I hug my knees with my oversized sweater the only source of heat. 

"Are you cold?" 

"No, I'm good, thanks." I turn around, tot he window sill that I was leaning my back on, my hands instantly going to the pack of smokes. I routinely pull one out, placing it in my mouth. I pull up my hand, covering it from the wind, when I realized that I didn't have my lighter in hand. "Fuck." I mutter under my breath. 

"Looking for this?" He offers, holding up a shiny object. I was confused at first, my face adjusting to the item in his hand. It was my lighter that I always had. He tossed it over, underhand. 

"Thanks." I stutter, trying to hold the smoke between my lips, tightly. I try again, covering it, and successfully lighting it. I draw my head back, finally feeling at peace, as I exhale the smoke from my breath. 

"What's the date scratched on the back?" I could tell in his voice that he was nervous to ask, because we both knew where this was going. 

"It's nothing trust me." I look, intently at the item in my hand, the moon casting it beautifully, with the vague light coming from my bedroom light behind me. It was my zippo lighter that I got a bit ago, I never used it all the time, only when I had to, or if I had nothing else in hand, strictly because I wanted to keep it forever. It read "Surfs up" on the front side, with a guy on the front, that looked strangely like Luke, with a surfboard beside him, and the water beautifully behind him. on the back I scratched on this date, it meant nothing to me now, but it sure did back then.

"Obviously it does." He threw his hands in the air, jokingly, and leaned in a bit further. "You don't have to tell me, like, right now, I can wait until you're ready, Brin." His words were quick, and slurred, he almost sounded drunk.

"It's just a stupid date, trust me, it's nothing." I laugh, as if it actually was meaningless. I push open the window slightly, without making effort to open it properly for the sake of not getting up from my spot. I tossed it on the cushion that was on my bay window. 

"Tomorrow, you, me and my SUV." 

I giggle, almost spitting out my cigarette that was hanging in between my lips. "Okay, Irwin." 

Ashton owned this very nice SUV, which was weird because he wasn't rich, like at all, neither of us were, for that matter. But it was a shock that this raggedy boy was driving this vehicle that costed more than his and my life combined. 

"I won't leave you this time, I promise." I throw my head back, inhaling, and drawing the smoke out from my mouth, closing my eyes as I breath out, leaning my head on the window sill. I sat there, comfortably. I was so comfortable that I forgot that Ashton was there, in front of me, watching my every move, probably laughing but at that time, I couldn't hear anyone or anything. "i fucking hate living here."

"Reynolds, don't" He was serious. I knew how much he hated whenever I brought up the topic about leaving, but I couldn't help it, I was bored of my current life.

"I'm sorry, I know you hate when I say this, but I'm bored. I wanna live how I'm supposed to live, not in school, being forced to learn about shit that I will never carry on later in life, with narcissistic people who care nothing else but how they look and how other people see them." I blurt out on the spot. My eyes still remained shut, I brought the cigarette closer to my mouth, but I spoke first. "I'm bored, Irwin." I place the object between my lips, taking one last drag. I exhaled more deeper than the others, finally looking up at the stars. as the light shined on my breath, framing it perfectly with the star above. I leaned forward, and threw the butt into the gravel on Ashton's property, which he never cared about. 

"You're 17, Brinley, you-"

"I turn 18 in a few weeks, a few weeks doesn't change my maturity, Irwin." I spat out a lot more sassier than I had thought. 

"You can move out soon, and live out in the city, or in America, or wherever you want," He finishes, completely ignoring my last statement. 

I leaned up, looking at the boy, trying to make up a facial expression as the light slowly disappeared. 

"and I will follow you."

"I doubt that." I laugh off, but he clearly didn't take it as a joke. 

No matter how much times Ashton will say that, I will refuse to believe him. What if I got kidnapped, or runaway, he can't follow me then, and he won't. It's thoughtful of him to day, but it's just words.

"I will, and when you and me are living on the beach in LA or Sydney, or even in a sad apartment in New York, then you will know that I was right along." Ashton's voice was so raspy, and monotone, with a slight trace of sadness. 

"I'm going to leave, Ash. Whether it's with or without you, I'm leaving this place, mentally or physically. I need to leave." 

"Why do you think I'm still here? I've been your neighbor for years, and I didn't stop, I never moved, and I never left, because I needed to stay for you, Brinley, when will you realize that?" He started to get angry with me, I suspected this all along. 

I felt bad. Ashton was waiting an extra year for me, just so I can graduate and we can move to wherever, together, just us. He knows me better than anyone else, and he has been through so much with me. It's going to hurt leaving him. 

"I love you, Ashton Irwin. You're the best friend a girl like me could ever ask for." I smile, closing my eyes to hold back the tears from falling.

"I love you too, Brinley." Pails of laughter comes from him. He was never good at moments like this, but I don't care. "That's kind of why I'm here, I'm your neighbor."

We both laughed, just to fill the awkward moment. I finally let the tears fall, using my sleeve as a tissue. I didn't want Ashton to know I was crying, but I think the tone in my voice gave it away.

I clutch the lighter in my hand, flipping it right to the back, "7.16.13" I smile, holding back more tears. "Wow" I laugh under my breath, so Ashton couldn't hear. "What a fucking day that was." I laugh off again, which just made Ashton confused.